MOM’S 53RD BIRTHDAY

July 19 is mom’s special day. In every single birthday of hers, I’d always either write her an awfully long letter or an awfully long poem.

In this birthday, I wrote her another poem. I woke up late this morning, around 10:30 a.m., remembering how today’s supposed to be an interesting day but I guess all the fun was sucked out because it was raining and the clouds were all over our home region.

I woke up thinking of not giving her any form of present this year, only because if I’d given her another letter, it wouldn’t be too thoughtful or sincere because I feel as though I’m going through some screwed up teenage phase. And if I’d write her another poem, it wouldn’t be too…I guess I can’t because I had just stuck myself in a writing slump.

I woke up not worrying about anything really, so I got my phone out and starting checking all of my social media and watching more Creative North YouTube videos.

That’s when it hit me.

Out of a sudden, I propped myself up and got the notes app in my phone and started writing a poem. I couldn’t believe it.

I knew I couldn’t write anything, not a single poetic or creative word at this point because of the slump, but suddenly I was and I couldn’t believe it. I was just writing and writing my heart out.

Eventually, I came up with this poem. It’s called Milk Bath:

I wash my hands in the basin
full of salt and soap
and all the suds sunk in my pores
I rub them raw
Showers don’t work anymore
Milk began pouring in my mouth
what you have fed
when i was a thumb in a futile foot
I wash my mouth like i washed my hands
in the basin where the salt crystallizes
solid as the milk I once sipped
now a glacier in my tummy I can’t melt
It snowed and snowed
and hailed
milk in curved stone-like balls
raining down my roof
I am as weak as I was a thumb
No matter how sturdy the milk has frozen,
I can never equate to the soap you have washed me in the basin

Anyways, here some of the pictures I took when we went to Ilocos Norte (tap on each pic to zoom in):